A Puzzle of Mirages
Jain sidestepped through the crumbled ruin, keeping a keen eye peeled for his quarry. He had to be every wary then, being deep in the heart of the Mythic Continent. He held his rifle tight, the stock tucked firmly her his arm, hands steady.
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